This is a Kafkaesque tale of precariat urban reality where K. answers his phone to a caller from his Network Provider. This friendly voice on the other end knows everything there is to know about K.’s life. K., while not always realising it, is the perfectly atomised and scrutinised, controlled, unit of labour. What the caller does not know, however, is that K. has always had a spoon in his virtual cell and he has been digging a tunnel.